All language subtitles for Small Town Scandal s01e07 The Devil Is In The Detail

Kia ora, my name is Toby Buchanan and
you're listening to episode 7 of

my true crime podcast Small Town
Scandal.

As of last episode, suspect numero uno
in the murder of

Uncle Mitch is his brother and my dad,
Bruce Buchanan.

He was at Uncle Mitch's the day he died.

Hang on.

What are you doing here?

He said he went to see Uncle Mitch for
help because he was there when his

accidentally fell onto some rocks while
they were boozing and having a boogie

over and off. And now Dad's the prime
suspect, especially considering his

fingerprints are all over the mullet.

My old school rival, Matt McKenzie, is
now the town hero having nabbed the

most wanted. So now Dad is in a holding
cell at the local police station under

suspicion of murder.

And I know some people will be thinking
I'm naive, not thinking that my dad is

absolutely guilty.

It was also about this time that I
started to question if podcasting the

thing was a good idea.

But fortunately, unfortunately, the
podcast was starting to take on a life

its own.

What's this I hear about your dad
getting arrested in relation to your

death? How did you hear about that?

Good journalist always has her ear to
the ground.

How bloody fantastic is this? It's you,
the podcaster, discovering his dad was

the murderer.

Everyone's going to talk about it. No,
they don't know for certain it was him.

I didn't think you liked the episode I
sent you. Oh, we can totally edit around

that.

We'll have to move back.

That ridiculous Can the Real Mrs Moth
Please Stand Up podcast is hogging all

oxygen. But I think we can outdo it.

Anyway, mate, you do your thing. Make it
all tear -jerking.

Get your dad crying on tape.

Who doesn't love a good family drama?

Hey, mate.

I'm proud of you.

And all that crap you got me into with
the pet food article?

Consider it water under the bridge.

We can be a podcast or we can consider
it water under the bridge.

How does that all sound, Tobes?

Are you there, Tobes?

Tobes? Oi, Tobes?

Yeah, good.

Great. Lock it in, Eddie.

Excuse me, Meredith.

Has my dad's court -appointed lawyer
arrived?

Not yet. Oh.

Can I go and see him in the holding cell
while I wait?

Also not yet.

Feel free to take a seat while you wait.

I'm David Patterson.

Left a message on your hotline.

I'm doing a podcast following the case
of Mrs Moss.

You white... Oh, yeah.

I'll let Matt know you're here.

Okay, great.

I'm so sorry. I just want to say, you
probably get this all the time, but I'm

such a huge fan of your podcast.

Go on.

Actually, I find it really inspirational
because I'm doing my own podcast and

just hearing you go through it all, it
really inspires me.

Great.

Happy to help.

Love my fans.

Actually, how does it feel now that
she's been caught?

A bit of an anticlimax, if I'm honest.

Just really hoping to be the one to
crack the case, you know? Like I usually

Kicking myself for not working it out
earlier.

Clues are hidden in plain sight.

Anyway.

Meredith, hi.

I am here to see, um... The mystery
cannon?

Yeah, yeah, yep, that's the one.

You him?

I'm his son.

Oh, hello.

Hi, Mr. Burrows. Sorry I'm late. Spilt
birch and muesli all over myself this

morning. Sent me right back.

All right,

shall we?

Yeah. Cool.

Okay. Okay.

First things first.

So, obviously...

I don't want to know if you did it,
but... Did you?

Did you do it?

Did you kill your brother?

Well... Actually, no, don't tell me. I
do not want to know.

But he didn't, right? He didn't kill
him?

Yeah. No, I didn't kill him.

Okay. Sure.

Hey, it doesn't matter what I think. I'm
just your court -appointed lawyer.

All right. Well, maybe we should have a
look at your statement then, eh?

Okay.

Here you are.

Okay. So you said you saw a trailer
driving away, and that was after he was

killed, right?

Yeah. I couldn't see a lot because I was
inside the house when it happened.

It was a horse trailer.

A horse trailer?

You didn't say it was a horse trailer,
did you?

And you didn't think to call the police,
bro?

I freaked out.

tend to do that. I mean, you can
understand how that looks pretty, can't

Because normal people would call the
police when they find a dead body.

Especially if it's their brother.

Oh, of course not. I just thought it was
a dead guy in Cairns. What?

Sorry, what dead guy in Cairns? We
shouldn't talk about that, Dad. No, hang

Did you kill a guy in Cairns?

No.

Oh, no, okay, no, do not tell me. I do
not want to know.

No,

they don't, and they don't need to,
right, Dad?

It was a misunderstanding.

Yeah, complete misunderstanding.

He missed you?

Yeah. What do you reckon?

Well, you know, I'm not going to lie.

I have got my work cut out for me with
the two of you, eh?

I mean, everything, it just stacked
against him.

Anyway, is there anything we can do?
Like, is there anything I can do?

Well, short of a miracle, shit, I don't
know. I guess if you could, like, find

someone to maybe pin it on, that's a
little bit more suspicious that it

I've retried that.

If only the police weren't such
dickheads and they kept the case open,

least kind of exhausted every
possibility, you know?

Yeah, yeah, sucks, eh?

It's all right, you got this.

Anyway, I've really got to go.

Party Club Awards to attend to.

But don't you worry.

I am going to call you as soon as I can,
eh? If I get the time.

Right? Otherwise, see you at the trial.
You got this. You got this, all right?

Okay. Kia kaha. Okay. Bye. Bye. Sure.

Feeling completely demoralised, I
thought I'd check in on Dad in his

surveilled holding cell.

Misery likes company, after all.

Dad. Here he is.

How do you think it went with the loyal
lady?

Did she say anything after?

No, not really.

I didn't kill Mitzi.

I can promise you that, son.

Yeah, no, Dad, I don't think you did.
Don't worry.

It's because you're a suspicious
-looking old fart.

They'll lock you away for good just
because of the way you look.

Hello, Mrs. Pettigrew.

You've got a nerve showing your face
around here, Buchanan.

I'm sorry I facilitated your arrest, but
you did kill 23 people.

39. But they don't need to know about
the rest.

You're just lucky I'm not out and free
because you would make a mighty fine

trophy.

If you don't mind me asking.

How did you get away with it for so
long?

39. That's quite a remarkable number.

It is.

Well, I'd infiltrate my victims with my
sweet smile, and then I'd kill them with

kindness, and then I'd actually kill
them with bullets.

Kill them with kindness?

That's what I said, you moron.

I'll be back, Dad.

It's funny like that, just like the
brain, because, like, I saw the moth

insignia on the spoon, and it just...

Everything fell into place.

Oh, cool.

I can see that you're really proud of
yourself.

Tubbs, what are you doing back here?

I'm in the middle of an important
interview. We've actually probably got

Well, hold on.

We haven't got into the rest of my
career yet. I've got your number.

I'll give you a call if I've got any
other questions.

Thanks so much for your time.

It's a shame, mate.

Yeah, I'll see you around.

Go on, Tubbs. Sorry. Hey, I was
wondering if maybe I could talk to you

Uncle Mitch's case.

No, actually, we can't, because I don't
have time, because I've got an interview

with the Evening News about catching not
one, but two murderers in one fell

swoop. Wow.

Congratulations about that, by the way.
I don't think I've said that.

I've been reading about you online.

Everyone's like, well, you're the man
who caught Mrs Moth, and that's huge.

Well done.

What, um... What websites are those?

What websites were they?

I can't exactly remember, but there were
about six, and they were just like,

they were saying you were real clever,
Cloggs.

Anyway, and just on my dad,
congratulations on that too, by the way.

amazing. Yeah. And I know that you think
he's guilty and that he is guilty, but

just to be sure, just for my peace of
mind, I was wondering if there was any

chance that maybe, just to be sure.

Well, you could put him through a lie
detector test.

Mate, those things don't work.

Yeah. Well, maybe we could ask him about
the horse trailer that he saw at the

mansion. I was wondering if... No, he's
obviously lying about that.

With forensics, were there fingerprints
on the lawn mowers? No.

What's going on here?

I don't know how much clearer I can be.
The case is see to the... ...losed.

Closed, mate.

The case is closed. The case is closed.

You enjoy this, don't you?

Enjoy what?

That it's my dad that's been arrested.

No, no, no. God, no.

No.

But... Maybe you've got a problem with
being outsmarted.

So you always thought I was a bit of a
dum -dum, didn't you?

And here I am. I'm solving the crimes.

I'm catching the crims.

And I'm getting the goo.

Anyway, I've got to get ready for this
news interview that's coming up, so

thanks for popping in, Tubbs.

Thank you, Matt.

I don't know why I had to deal with the
brunt of Matt McKenzie's hang -ups

around having a genius scientist for a
dad and having seven hyper -aggressive

older sisters, but there you go.

All I knew was the whole thing felt
bloody hopeless.

But then suddenly, out of nowhere, I
suddenly remembered a hero of mine's wry

observation.

Who's it? Hidden in plain sight.

Hidden in plain sight?

What am I missing?

What's that?

On the side of the window.

It's a horse trailer.

Horse.

Trailer.

Horse trailer.

No horse trailers on that day either.

Yeah, but wait.

There, there's one.

True, but that's driving onto the road
at 7 .30pm, two nights before your uncle

Mitch died.

So unless they drove onto the road and
camped down for two days, then I don't

think that's the murderer.

I thought looking for a bloody needle in
a haystack would be here all night.

Should I cook up some sausages?

So the trailer was driven onto a dead
-end road at 7 .30pm, at night, two days

before he died. And the next time we see
him on CCTV footage...

It's two days after he died, okay? So
they were on the road for four days,

which... Yeah, that is weird.

Wait, so that means they live on this
road?

Yes. I mean, Dad said that he saw a
trailer driving off shortly after Mitch

died, right? But we don't see it on the
CCTV, so that means that they... I mean,

it's the only thing that makes sense is
that they live on this road.

Wait, what's your dad got to do with it?
That doesn't matter.

What matters is finding this horse
trailer on this dead -end road.

You do realize that this road is 10
kilometers long, right? And a lot of the

farmers own horses and probably have
trailers.

Right.

We're here.

Yeah. This one, they grow broccolini, so
don't worry about them.

This one, they used to farm llamas, I
think it was, and they got all rustled.

Who lives on the dead end? Who lives at
the very end?

Can't remember.

I think I might start there. You having
some sort of sixth sense experience

right now?

Maybe. But I think I'll start at the end
and make my way back.

Makes sense.

And make sure you stop by on your way
past for some sausages.

I'd love that.

Me too.

I drove to the end of Tamihana Road.

Vague memories were pinging the whole
time.

I knew the stretch of road well.

McKee's Pet Foods?

I remembered this place from my
childhood.

And was this the horse trailer that Dad
saw leaving Uncle Mitch's death scene?

It certainly looked like the one from
the CCTV footage.

But at that moment, all concerns for
personal safety were clouded behind

memories of childhood awkwardness.

Inside, I found my old school friend.

Dwayne and Wayne McKees.

Oh,

hi, Toby. I am so sorry

about that.

I let myself in. I did knock on the
door, but I don't know if you heard me

your self -flagellating. If you guys are
really busy, I should... No, I actually

do need to talk to you guys.

Yeah, we're almost done.

You're almost done? Yeah, grab a seat.
Fire away.

Fire away, mate.

That's Mum.

We're lost in the wilderness without
her.

Oh, I'm so sorry, guys, about that.

Because I'm suddenly remembering when I
was pulling up, I used to come here and

play here as a kid sometimes, right? We
used to catch frogs and eat them.

That's right.

That was fun.

But listen, guys, I won't take up much
more of your time. I was just going to

ask you a couple of questions, if that's
OK.

We've been expecting this.

We didn't kill him, though.

We didn't kill him. We didn't kill him.
Keep a cool way now.

Okay, look.

I won't tell anyone anything, right? But
if you guys didn't kill Uncle Mitch, I

need to know who did.

Because at the moment, they think it's
my dad.

And he can't go back into prison.

But if it is my dad, I do need to know
that.

I need to know that as well. So was it
my dad that killed Uncle Mitch?

It's still out there.

What is?

The demon that killed him.

Sorry, what?

It was a demon.

Sorry, a demon killed Uncle Mitch?

What did the demon look like?

It had glowing eyes.

Right.

But it was a person, right?

It was a demon straight from hell.

Okay. Well, whether it was a demon or a
person... It was a demon called Azadal.

The thing is, though, it wasn't my dad,
Rob. So what we need to do is we need to

go to the police station right now and
we need to tell them that my dad is

innocent. No.

They'll arrest us for the marijuana
we've been growing.

I can't go back to prison. I am not
built for it. Sorry, Toby.

Prison sucks.

I can't go back there.

No, Dwayne.

Dwayne, we've got to go to the police.

There's loads of wolves amongst us.
Please, just wait there, Dwayne.

Be careful. I'm going to go tell them.

He might come for you next.

Well, if there was a demon or a person,
it was a demon straight from hell.

And the demon...

Name is apparently Azizul, and he's
often depicted with glowing eyes.

So, I reckon we get the guys in and we
just question them, and the McKees boys

are absolute loons.

And I've smoked way too much ganja over
the years. I'm not getting involved with

that. Look, I know you think it's
stupid, but maybe we should just chat.

honestly believe they saw a demon?

Well, I believe it is a possibility.

And I believe that maybe this truth is
not my dad. Maybe we should get the

Carragher in and just ask him a few
questions. Yeah, and maybe you should

to your lawyer.

And they can bring it up in court.

And that'll get you dead off the murder.

Cecil.

I believe you.

But it ain't no demon you're looking
for.

Where are you taking me?

No one comes in here because the office
has gone paperless. The stationary room

is pointless.

Aliens regularly visit Tohoiho.

Everyone knows of that.

I'm getting the evidence that it's a
hard part, my friend.

Behold a creature not of this world.

Was that a fantail?

At night?

Come off it!

Okay.

How about this one?

Right, that's the Starlink satellite.
Everyone gets confused by that one. It's

not the Starlink satellite, smartass.

Okay, sure. Listen, I can't actually
stay very long. I'd better go.

Hold on.

Call your check.

How about that one?

Where did that one come from?

It's a grey from the Zeta reticulata
system.

No, no, no, the footage. What was this
recorded on?

A Buchananiser automated lawnmower.

The Buchananisers have cameras.

Yes, ma 'am.

The Buchananizers.

The Buchananizers might have filmed who
killed Uncle Mitch.